13.9.10

sore

woke up at exactly five this morning, coughing.felt angry at my body; i don't have time to get sick.

i know i shouldn't be mad at the poor thing, though. it's getting attacked from the inside. what it needs now is love, instead, but i can't help but feel bitter when its defenses fail and i am stuck finding the softest foods in the pantry because it hurts to swallow.

(my journal has been keeping track of themes in my life, it seems.last week was money, the economy, and attractiveness.all the weeks before were loneliness.)